it's pretty funny ... weird? (something)

that i talk like i will leave someday.

i won't admit it most days. even to myself but.

i think i am here to stay.

what a weird way for life to be, you know, you meet someone and on a whim move across the country ... and then that's where your life is.

i sort of knew, i guess? but i don't think i really ... knew. i don't know.

i wish i had thought it through a little better, sometimes. i'm happy here but it's mostly sort of shocking that i'm here at all.